① How to write the essay "The Story Behind a Meal" (number of words: more than 300)

Growing up, I don’t know how many meals I have eaten, but there is one meal Food has given me a profound education.

That year, when I was 5 years old, I had dinner with my mother’s colleague ***, and the waiter was a beautiful older sister.

The food on the dinner table was really rich: there were stewed chicken with yam, barbecue, braised pork ribs, spicy chicken... I let go of my belly, drank milk, picked vegetables, and my mouth was full of oil. Putting down the milk, I shouted to the waiter at the door: "Bring me a bowl of rice!" My mother glared at me, as if she wanted to say something, but she didn't, "What's wrong?" I was a little confused. After finishing the meal, I saw that there were no napkins on the table, so I shouted to the waiter: "Bring me a napkin!" My mother glared at me again, with some warmth and anger on her face. "What happened?" I was even more confused!

On the way home, my mother didn’t want to talk and laugh like before. When she walked to the door of the house, her mother suddenly said “thunder”: “Open the door!” I was stunned for a moment, but my mother has never been right. I was shouting and drinking. "Open the door!" There was another "thunder"! I came to my senses and said very aggrievedly: "Mom, are you talking to me? Why don't you call me by my name?" When you were eating, if you asked the waiter to take this and that, didn't you also not let anyone know? "When I heard this, my face turned red. It turns out that this is why my mother glared at me during dinner!" Are you uncomfortable with your mother talking to you like this? But, have you ever thought about the waiter’s aunt’s heart? There is an old saying from your mother: "If you give up an inch, you will receive a foot." I hope you can remember it!

I will always remember my mother’s words during this meal!

② How to write a 300-word third-grade essay on the origin of a name

"Full of people suffer losses, modesty benefits" means: Proud people are easy to suffer losses, while humble and polite people will be successful in the future. Benefits! The word "Qian" is also the most important part of my name. Let me reveal the story behind it for you!

When my mother was about to give birth, she decided to seize the time and give me a name. .

Mom was holding an apple in one hand and flipping through the Young Reader's Digest with the other. The theme in it happened to be modesty. The word "modesty" suddenly jumped into my eyes, like an elf, and kept repeating it. It was lingering in my mother's mind.

At this time, the word "Qian" naturally became the first choice for my name. Looking, looking, another word "Ji" attracted my mother's attention. Eyeball, naturally, if these two words want to be part of my name, it depends on which of them is more popular with my mother.

At that time, there were many girls named Ziyi in the town where I lived. , the boy’s name is Zihao. My mother didn’t want me to have the same name as anyone else, so she was very cautious when naming me.

Which of the two words "Qian" and "Ji" should be left? The child returned to her childhood. At that time, her mother's grades were among the best in the class. But once, a math competition was held in the town, and her mother won the championship easily.

Afterwards, the prize attracted the envious eyes of my classmates, and my mother became a little more elated. She was not as serious in class as before, and she couldn't put it down because of the good stationery. Toy. She always thought that she understood what the teacher said. A sudden test made her mother dumbfounded.

This was the lowest score she had ever received. The proud mother could not face her classmates, teachers and parents. All this was noticed by the attentive grandmother. She touched her mother's head and said sincerely: "My child, grades can only represent the past, and knowledge is endless." . What's more, 'humility makes people progress, pride makes people fall behind'"! Mom lowered her head in shame.

From then on, no matter how good the results were in study and work, grandma's words always encouraged her. Thinking of this, my mother has made a choice in her heart. She only takes one word, even though it is just one word, it contains the hope that my parents have for me.

Be able to study hard, learn a lot of knowledge, learn from others' strengths, and be a humble gentleman.

Do good things, read good books, get high grades, and don't be arrogant. , not angry, but also very knowledgeable

This is the story of my name "Li Qian"

I like the name "Li Qian" very much. Determined to be a humble gentleman who will never be proud.

I hope it will help you answer the question. Thank you!

③ Write a 300-word essay on the story behind a successful person.

Elementary school? Or junior high school?

④ A collection of 300-word essays on the story behind Song Ci

Modern society’s material civilization and Spiritual civilization is highly developed, but people often focus on the development of material civilization and ignore the construction of spiritual civilization. I think the development of both civilizations stems from selfless dedication.

Therefore, dedication has become a driving force for social progress while taking into account personal interests.

Mr. Lu Xun "bowed his head and was willing to be a coward"; Premier Zhou devoted himself to death and died; Kong Fansen dedicated his life to Ali. They have realized their own life value with their selfless dedication, made huge contributions to social progress, and are praised by the world. In fact, there are more people who are quietly contributing and devoting their own strength to build the edifice of social civilization.

Some people think that giving is to ask for more. The purpose of the pig's complaint in the fable is precisely to gain people's praise for it. On the contrary, the essence of devotion lies in its selflessness. There are many veterans who participated in the War of Liberation and the War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea. They never publicize their glorious achievements or do anything special to the country. Their selfless spirit is also dedication. This devotion is deeper and greater.

Giving is proactive. Personal devotion consists in the great expression of subjective aspirations. When pigs are alive, they blindly take things; while cows actively work and contribute while they are alive, and after death they make the same contribution as pigs. Therefore, it gets more praise from people, and it is also regarded as the embodiment of hard work, kindness and kindness. At this time, its contribution is not only material dedication, but more importantly, spiritual dedication.

Nowadays, a large number of writers, literary and art workers, and thinkers are also devoting their own thinking and spiritual strength. Our country is in the period of socialist modernization. While vigorously developing material civilization, it is also necessary to promote spiritual civilization. It is this spiritual civilization that provides spiritual power and intellectual support for economic construction. It can be seen that the dedication of spiritual power cannot be ignored.

We often compare the dedication of teachers to "the spring silkworms will not dry up until they die, and the wax torch will not dry until they turn to ashes." This is also where the greatest devotion in the world lies. Teachers selflessly impart the knowledge they have learned to students, and batches of students become pillars of the country and rush into the torrent of social construction. When the teachers put down the chalk in their hands, their hair full of silver threads, and sighed that the world was full of peaches and plums, they truly felt the joy of dedication.

Dedication is not for the sake of retrieval. Dedication should be voluntary. Let our young generation in the new century join the revolutionary torrent that is willing to contribute, starting from now and starting from ourselves. Let the evergreen tree of dedication remain green and lush forever.

⑤ A 300-word essay on the story behind Tang Poetry and Song Ci

Tang Poetry and Song Ci are two pearls in the history of Chinese literature. The Tang Dynasty is called the age of poetry, and the Song Dynasty is called the age of Ci. within the era. Ci originated from the folk, first appeared in the Tang Dynasty, flourished in the Five Dynasties, and flourished in the Song Dynasty. With the enrichment of material life in the Song Dynasty, people's pursuit of cultural life became more intense. Poets of the Tang Dynasty were mostly tools and playthings for the royal family and its rulers. The poets of the Song Dynasty jumped onto the political stage from being appreciated by others and became the protagonists on the political stage of the Song Dynasty. In the Song Dynasty, all emperors loved words, and all ministers were poets. Politicians Fan Zhongyan, Wang Anshi, Sima Guang, Su Shi, etc. were all famous poets. The female poet Li Qingzhao also became a poet, and her name will last forever. The recognition and admiration of the whole society enabled Song Ci to produce excellent poems one after another and have a long-lasting influence.

⑥ Looking for the history of a Chinese character and the story behind it. A 300-word essay

In my eyes, Chinese characters are not rigid and lifeless symbols. Chinese characters have feelings, colors and smells. It is not only magical and interesting, but also has a long history and rich culture. Every Chinese character contains a story; every Chinese character has a pair of bright eyes, which observe, reproduce, and describe the world; every Chinese character has a pair of big ears, which can listen, accept, and record the world. A beautiful world; Chinese characters also have bronze teeth and sharp teeth, telling us many beautiful and distant stories...

Yes, learning Chinese characters is actually approaching the destiny of the Chinese people The long history is touching the beating pulse of more than two thousand years ago. It is Chinese characters that teach us to learn and introduce us into a beautiful realm created by magical Chinese characters; it is Chinese characters that allow us to approach Lu Xun, Bing Xin, Zhu Ziqing, and ***, and have conversations with them; it is Chinese characters that allow us to know Wang The bravery of the second child, the difficulty of the Red Army's Long March, Huang Jiguang's useless use of his chest to block the gun...

It was precisely with the birth of the square character that all these seemingly impossible things became a reality. As long as you open the book, don't you see pictures and stories from the past unfolding in front of you? Yes, Chinese characters can tell us the principles of life in a eloquent way... Isn't this the charm of Chinese characters?

To love Chinese characters is to love one’s motherland. I am a descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, and I love Chinese characters.

⑦ A 300-400 word essay on the story behind Wang Lun

Success is what everyone desires and is envied by everyone. However, behind the success, there are countless setbacks and pains. Most people only see successful people standing majestically on the tower of success, but they don't see the torture they endured before climbing up. Someone once said: "Glorious success lies not in never failing, but in rising up again and again." Some people never get back up once they have setbacks. Demoralized; some people managed to get up, but were dying. People like this will never reach the realm.

A truly successful person must overcome painful torture, overcome all kinds of misfortunes, use constant failure as his weapon, and use countless setbacks as a compass to guide himself. And people who cry about their misfortunes everywhere are the most worthless people in the world.

Behind success is always mixed with countless hardships and bitterness. I remember one time I scored 100 points in an English test. The teacher is very happy when he praises me, but do you know how much I paid? As soon as I learned that there was an English test, I did exercises until 11 o'clock every night, and read until 12 o'clock before going to bed. Maybe someone will ask you how to study so hard for a test? I tell you because I am the English class representative! My efforts are not for a reason, just for a success! Schopenhauer said: "A person's Holy Spirit must suffer setbacks before he can have the stability of the cabin to sail the sea, otherwise he will be just a toy of the wind!" There is a famous saying. "Without the obstruction of rocks, how can beautiful waves be stirred up?" Success is what everyone longs for. Of course, if we want to succeed, we have to pay a considerable price, which means we have to endure wind and rain and hone our perseverance. Therefore, the seeds under the boulders are immortal, the pines and cypresses are evergreen in the wind and rain, the darkness contains light, and after suffering, there is glorious success.

⑧ Third grade composition: The story of the photo requires: 300~350 words, write the story behind each photo, and the protagonist is a 3-year-old

On my desk, There is an ordinary photo. However, in my eyes, it is no longer a photo, but a beautiful scene.

It was a crisp autumn day. My friends and mother and I went to the zoo to play. After a while, we finished the visit. Before we knew it, we walked into a meadow.

This grassland is so green! It’s like a prairie. The "grassland" is also decorated with delicate flowers. Like colorful gems. Turn the "grassland" into a graceful green world. At this time, my friend said happily: "We don't see such a beautiful place very often, so hurry up and take pictures!" As she said that, she quickly pulled me to a place with green grass and beautiful flowers. I couldn't help but make a "ye" gesture with my hands. Mom hurriedly pressed the shutter. "Click"! This precious beauty was left behind.

To this day, I still have not forgotten or discarded it, because it is an indelible memory of my childhood, a beautiful memory.

⑨ Third grade composition: The story of the photo requires: 300~350 words, write the story behind each photo, and the protagonist is a 3-year-old

The story of the photo composition no. Article: Story in a photo A photo records a story; a photo tells an experience; a photo evokes a memory; a photo is full of emotion. It is such a small but profound photo, an ordinary yet unusual photo, so worthy of my collection. My favorite photo was taken in the living room on the third floor of my new home on the first day of the first lunar month in 2001. It is clearly visible in the photo that I am sitting on the sofa with my cousin, my cousin, my grandparents and my five grandsons. In my hand, I was holding a big apple picked from the plate on the table in front of me. Every time I pull this photo out of my album, the story behind it is still fresh in my mind. It was the first day of the first lunar month when I was two years old. My grandparents, cousins, uncles, and aunts came to my house as guests. During the chat, my father asked me to take a photo with my grandparents, cousins, grandparents, and grandchildren. After knowing where I was sitting, I hurriedly found a reason to ask my father to go to the fourth floor with me first. When we got to the fourth floor, my father asked me what I wanted to do. I spoke out what was in my heart: "Why don't I sit in the middle?" "Because my cousin is the eldest among you three children, and you and your cousin are both grandsons of your grandparents, so of course you have to sit next to your grandparents." Dad replied road. "But grandma is so old. If others see it, will she laugh at me?" "You are wrong to think so," my father then taught me earnestly, "How can others laugh at you? Although grandma is old, But she has gone through decades of hardships for our family to be happy today. As the younger generation, we should respect and love her. Without grandma, there would be no dad, and without dad, there would be no you! "I suddenly realized and realized the mistake I had just made. If others see me sitting next to my grandma in the photo, not only will they not make fun of me, but they will think that I am a good child who respects his elders and is caring! I happily returned to the living room on the third floor, walked briskly to where I was sitting for the photo, took a big apple with respect, and handed it to grandma. Grandma smiled slightly, handed the apple back to me, and said kindly: "Grandma is old and her teeth are no longer useful. Grandma understands the idea of ??a good grandson. It's better for you to eat it!" At this time, Dad shouted: "Look at me, everyone." Come here!" I held the apple left by my grandma in my hand and stared at the camera. There was only a "click" sound, and this beautiful moment remained in the camera forever. After posting the photos, I took them, had them molded, and kept them in a photo album. A photo contains such a story; a photo makes my mind fly back to ten years ago; a photo gives me an education of love. It is such an ordinary yet extraordinary photo that taught me how to respect and love our elders.

Only in this way will our lives become better, our families happier, and our society more harmonious. Chapter 2: The story time in the photo is like running water, flowing quietly day and night. I have also grown from a little girl who loves to cry to a little girl who knows how to store tears in a notepad. Putting down the long-dusted photo album, my thoughts began to spin. I caressed each photo, and each photo told a story about me and my childhood. My eyes suddenly stopped on a photo with a yellowish edge, and I laughed happily. in this photo. There is a little girl wearing a dress and braids, she is crying to the sky, this is me; there is also a big boy who is eating a lollipop and smiling evilly, that is my brother. I remember it was one autumn, and my mother bought me a big and beautiful lollipop from the store. My brother also wanted to eat it, but I wouldn't give it to him, so he got into trouble with me. He lied to me and said that I could find a bigger and more beautiful lollipop in my mother’s car basket, and whoever got it would belong to whom. I want it so much that I have to go and get it. At that time, I was very short and couldn't reach the basket, so I asked my brother to hold the lollipop for me while I moved the stool to dig through my mother's basket. I didn't find the lollipop in the basket of the car. I was about to ask my brother, but when I looked back, he was holding my lollipop and chewing it! I thought he wanted it, but he never gave it to me, so I sat on the ground and cried. I happened to be photographed by my aunt who had just bought a camera. Seven or eight years have passed since this happened, now think about it. I was really cute at that time. This is the story of what happened in my photos. Part Three: Stories in Photos Today, I took out my favorite photo again. Do you know what my favorite photo is? It’s the preschool group photo I took with my kindergartners, because I’m about to leave kindergarten and become a real primary school student. Every morning, our parents and grandparents send us to kindergarten, where we study, eat, and take naps together. When I think about leaving kindergarten and leaving my classmates soon, I feel both happy and reluctant to leave, because we have lived together for so long and really don’t want to separate. Seeing the 46 familiar faces in the photo, I thought, 20 years later, some of us will go to college and some will join the workforce. I wonder where we will be in another 40 years? Ah, I know, we will definitely become full of white hair, like grandpa and grandma. I must treasure this photo and let it accompany me until I grow old. Chapter 4: Stories in Photos Twelve years and hundreds of photos, the photos have witnessed my growth. Open the photo album and look at it page by page. The photos of my childhood are so cute. I often look at the photo and exclaim: "I'm actually so old!" Looking at this photo, I'm smiling all over my face, with my hands open and my arms crossed. What am I doing? By the way, that day, a guest came to my house, and I was excitedly introducing my own room! Every time I talk about my room, I feel proud. See that big bed? The set of furniture in the room was bought with my own savings. I remember my grandpa said he would buy it for me, but I insisted on buying it myself. My mother was worried and said, "I'm afraid you don't have enough money. Otherwise, buy something cheaper!" "No, just buy it!" Later I decided to borrow money from my mother and bought furniture, but my mother always said no. Returned. As for me, I must pay it back, and I wrote down the IOU seriously and prepared to pay it in installments. For me who seldom do housework, I decided to be more diligent this time. When I do one housework, my mother will remove a little "arrears"... In the morning, I got up early and started preparing breakfast. Although I often made mistakes at the beginning: custard The buns were not steamed, and there was too much jam... Slowly, I became more comfortable preparing breakfast. In the evening, I went to the balcony: I collected the clothes, folded them, and put them in the closet... In this way, a few months passed, my mother Feeling sorry, I said, "Forget it, don't do it, don't pay it back!" But I still insisted on my original decision and still happily did housework. When my mother told me that the "debt" had been paid off, I jumped for joy. At that time, I really realized the joy of reaping after hard work... I remember that I was in the fifth grade when I bought furniture, and this photo was taken in the sixth grade. Now I am in the seventh grade. After so long, I still Be proud of it. However, now that I think about it, I borrowed a lot of money from my mother to buy furniture. The labor fee was five yuan for each labor. I paid it off in such a short time. It must be my mother who was helping me. Therefore, I do more housework when I have time now. Although I want to help my mother, in my heart, this reason is also the main reason! Every time I see this photo, I run to the room, take a few glances, and then I can’t help but smile! A photo, a story, this is the story of me saving money to buy furniture; a photo, a harvest, this is an unforgettable harvest in my life!

⑩ How to write a 300-word essay on the story behind "The Day Breaks"

At the moment of life and death, what parents think of is not themselves.

I hope to leave Having a son, this is the love of parents.

A disaster on October 3, 1999

turned Pan Zihao, who was only 2 and a half years old at the time, into an orphan.

People who have watched this year's March 15 party may still remember

The song at the beginning of the party - "Dawn",

This is Singer Han Hong composed and sang it herself.

But who knew that behind this touching song,

there is also a tear-jerking story...

The Story of Life

1999 On October 3, 2019, in the Maling Scenic Area of ??Guizhou, a running cable car suddenly crashed, killing 14 of the 36 passengers.

When the tragedy happened, a young couple,

held up their two-and-a-half-year-old son with both hands.

As a result, the son was saved, but the parents lost their lives.

This life story deeply moved the singer Han Hong.

After many contacts, she adopted this child who survived the catastrophe.

Below we What I want to tell is the story that happened between Han Hong and this child.

Han Hong sang the song "Daybreak" at the March 15 party twice in a row,

which impressed hundreds of millions of TV viewers. Before writing this song, what moved Han Hong and inspired her to create?

Han Hong said emotionally:

"I just thought it was his father and mother. Because I didn’t have a father since I was a child.

I lost my father when I was 5 years old. I lost my father, and then my mother was not around, so the love of my parents was out of reach for me.

But what child doesn’t want to have his own parents? What?

I felt that at the moment when the cable car was about to fall to the ground,

Zihao’s father Pan Tianqi and his mother He Yanwen

took the child Lift it up,

I feel in my heart that this is a feat that cannot be adequately expressed by the word great

This feat may be out of place. An instinct for fathers and mothers,

Maybe it’s out of their love for their children, maybe a lot,

In short, when I saw this, I got goosebumps all over my body Everyone is up."

Feel the fear

How to turn the shock in your heart into a tangible work?

This is the problem that Han Hong faces. For After completing the song creation,

Han Hong had no choice but to experience the feeling of riding a cable car.

Han Hong told reporters that during the Spring Festival,

she took a cable car to Qingcheng Mountain in Chengdu.

She personally experienced the up and down, up and down, On the normally operating cable car,

Han Hong experienced fear and helplessness.

In the Maling Scenic Area of ??Guizhou where the accident occurred,

the cable car turned out to be It was designed and constructed illegally.

Even the cable car that could only carry a dozen passengers squeezed 36 people into it.

When the cable car rose almost vertically, the tragedy became even more difficult to avoid.

Pan Zihao's survival is a miracle supported by his parents' hands.

When Han Hong met Pan Zihao, who was only 2 and a half years old at the time,

A new story began.

Han Hong told reporters the scene when she met Zihao,

She said: "I saw him as soon as I entered the door, and he was in a corner.

As soon as I called him, he actually came over and hugged me.

So the two of us cried together for a long time,

just letting me cry as much as I wanted. < /p>

This scene was filmed by my family at the time,

But I don’t want to show it to the TV audience today,

because I think it belongs in my heart, < /p>

The deepest and most sincere thing in my heart”

The motherly love of an unmarried girl

Although Han Hong is willing to sacrifice an unmarried woman for Pan Zihao. Mother's love can be given,

However, the wounds left in Pan Zihao's young heart have not healed.

Han Hong told reporters that Zihao likes to go to the local playground.

It seems to be a playground in a department store.

On the small wooden boat, Han Hong Hong found that whenever she rocked the wooden boat more than three times, Xiao Zihao would come down and say it was a cable car and he was afraid.

This shows how much pressure this incident will put on a young mind.

Han Hong said that when she talked about this matter,

she especially hated those people who had no respect for life at all.

In a few days, it will be Pan Zihao’s fourth birthday.

Learning that Zihao’s tonsils are inflamed again,

Han Hong hurriedly made a long-distance call to Nanning, Guangxi On the phone, on the phone,

Han Hong kept asking Xiao Zihao if the injection hurt.

Xiao Zihao told Han Hong that although he felt pain, he did not cry.

On the phone, Xiao Zihao called Han Hong’s mother, which made her very happy.

Han Hong said that when he called her, she felt extremely happy.

When a reporter asked her if she would feel the same way one day when her own child calls her mom,

Han Hong admitted that she had already thought about it.

She won’t have children because she thinks one is enough.

At the moment of life and death, parents are not thinking of themselves.

They use their hands to leave the hope of life to their sons. This is the love of parents.

Now, Pan Zihao lives in the care of Han Hong,

However, the wounds left in his heart have not healed.

We did not disturb him,

because we wanted him to forget this nightmare as soon as possible and have a childhood full of sunshine.

It was an autumn day where the wind was so lingering

It reminded me of their helpless eyes

It was in that place with beautiful scenery

I heard a loud noise that shook the valley

It was that autumn when I could no longer see my father’s face

He used his shoulders to hold up the starting point of my rebirth

Tears filled my eyes in the darkness

Don’t leave, don’t hurt

I saw my parents walking away like this

Leave me here This strange world

I don’t know what risks there will be in the future

I want to hold his hand tightly

My mother told me that I hope there will be more

My mother smiled when I saw the sun coming out.

It was a night with stars in the sky

I saw my mother in my dream

A person must learn to be strong in this world

Don’t leave and don’t hurt me

I saw my parents walking away like this

Leave me here Stranger in the world

I want to build a beautiful garden for him

I want to hold his hand tightly

My mother told me that I hope there will be more

I saw the sun come out and it was dawn

I saw my parents walking away like this

Leaving me in this strange world

I want to hold his hand tightly

My mother told me that I hope there will be more

See The sun came out and they laughed and it was dawn

Fourth grade: Xia Tao, who loves animals

A 600-word essay on the story behind the story

This summer vacation, I heard a piece of news ——The second (fourth) class of junior high school will be dismantled. This is a pity. All 50 of us have been together for a year. Who would be willing to leave? Maybe there are those two naughty guys here. However, since I hate them both, I don't want to be in this either.

An 800-word essay on the story behind it

The blue sky cannot wash away the elegant figures of the white clouds, just as running water cannot wash away the traces of time. Without you, even my breathing is meaningless. Behind me, there are fragments, piecing together memories... The autumn night is pouring down, and the chill is very full. The night is quiet and quiet.

A 1200-word composition on Dawn

Some people say that fish have no tears. It's not that it doesn't understand sadness, but that no one sees its tears. Even though his heart was so sad that he still had a gentle smile on his face. Then I understood that floating on the water is not death or withering, but escape.